Beg Me(12)

“Baby, is it true?” I ground out hoarsely. “You’ve never been touched by a man?”

And her blush grew even deeper, spreading to her chest, disappearing below her neckline, making her breasts rosy. Oh god, how much I’d give right now to see those tits, those creamy pendulous orbs quivering before my eyes. But if I played my cards right, they’d be mine and so much more. Because the girl was nodding again, her eyes bright, chin trembling a little.

“Yes, Mr. Jones,” she said biting her lip. “I’ve never done it before so I’m not sure I could be- be your fuckdoll,” she said, stumbling over the words, as if almost unsure of the correct phrasing. “I’m sorry, is that okay?” she said quickly, her eyes lighting up with worry. “I just wanted you to know first,” she finished quietly.

And I sat back in my chair, leaning my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes for a moment. Holy shit, this changed everything. Because I was going to be able to use an untouched girl, sample flesh that had never been touched by a man before, teach a girl to love taking dick, scream for my cock night after night. Her cunt would be curved to the shape of my dick, and I wanted to, oh god yes, I wanted to, I wanted to make Lindy mine, imprint her with touch, brand her with my mark before any other man.

So I sat up abruptly, eyes blazing, taking the teen’s chin in my hand and meeting her gaze intensely.

“Baby, it’s even better this way,” I growled. “I’ll take care of your body, of you, I’ll make sure everything’s okay,” I promised, my eyes full of emotion. “Just say yes.”

And the brunette nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Yes, Mr. Jones, yes,” she whispered against my lips, her sweet, scented breath mixing with mine. “I’ll be yours.”

And I kissed her deeply then, pulled the brunette to me and kissed that pouty, full mouth, searing her lips with mine, imbuing our contact with everything I felt, every hope I had, giving her a preview of our intimate moments to come, her breasts flush against my chest, that sweet, curvy body leaning against mine, so soft, so willing, so womanly.

“Baby girl,” I murmured into her ear. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

And the girl sighed against me then, melting into me, giving herself to me fully. And although I was the one supposedly in charge, the one who had all the experience, held all the cards, somehow the situation was careening away from me … and I was in serious danger.





CHAPTER SEVEN


Lindy




I swung my duffel bag and ran down the steps to the kitchen.

“Hey Mom, hey Dad,” I greeted lightly, “Sorry I have to go back to school early, I know it’s a surprise.”

And Brenda made a frowny face before leaning forward to kiss me on the forehead.

“Oh honey,” she sighed, “we barely saw you and now you have to head back so soon? But you just got home.”#p#分页标题#e#

And I nodded, flushing a little on the inside. I was supposed to return for summer school, that was true, but summer session didn’t start for two weeks. I’d fed my parents a white lie about the coffee shop needing extra help during this time, how they needed me to come early to hold down the fort.

So my parents had nodded sagely, eating it all up, never suspecting that I was moving into Chris Jones’ place for ten days to be his … oh god, I could hardly say it. Fuckdoll. Fuck. Doll. Fuck + Doll. The word made my cunt shiver, the cream begin to drip, my insides moist and hot. Because even the thought of what was about to happen made me grow achy inside, my pelvic region tingling, my knees weak as my pussy pulsed pleasantly. Was I ready for this? Could I do it?

But even though it was so wrong, so crazy, I felt oddly at ease, which was strange because a chasm gaped between me and the big man. On the one hand, Chris was an alpha male, worldly, in his forties, and my dad’s boss for crying out loud, whereas I was an nineteen year-old girl, untested, naïve, and a virgin no less. There could be no two people more different, with different experiences, outlooks and expectations.

But the thing is, none of that seemed to matter when it came to Mr. Jones. Not the age gap, not our differing backgrounds, not his abundance of experience or my lack of it. Instead, we’d always seemed okay around each other, casual, friendly, without any crazy awkwardness. And that was part of the reason why I’d agreed to this. Because of course, I wanted my dad to keep his job and only Chris could make that happen, but at the same I felt comfortable around the big man, knowing instinctively that he’d take care of me, make sure everything turned out okay on this wild adventure.